the last thing seen

the bruised bones
of ships asleep on the bottom
of a green
eyed sea
sway
in salted rot,
key holes
for fish, for wandering
shells,
seaweed, mermaids
imagined.
how the shadows fold
from light to dark,
under silvered stars
light years away
already dead and gone,
as are the sailors
who sailed
and drowned,
the water as they
sank
the last thing seen.